The Setup

Qin Ran placed a book nearly half a man's height and immensely heavy onto a specially made stand, then carefully leafed through it.

Taiwan Novel Network had a vast sea of books for you to choose from.

From time to time, Qin Ran turned around to take notes.

There were over a hundred books of this sort surrounding Qin Ran.

They had long since been removed from their original shelves and casually placed on the floor. Yet none had been damaged; on the contrary, they had been handled with great care.

Qin Ran was not someone who casually damaged books.

Moreover, he had reached an agreement with the curator here: he could freely read all the books in the Archive beneath the Library, but he could not damage any of them.

Otherwise, even with his appointment letter as a police consultant, he would be thrown out.

And before that, he would have to pay the necessary compensation.

Fortunately, Qin Ran had done quite well over the past week.

Other than not having the energy to return the books to their original places.

Still, no one who saw Qin Ran's bloodshot eyes and exhausted face would blame him.

Could you blame someone who had not rested properly for days for not moving books that required two or three people to put away?

Rustle!

With the sound of turning pages, Qin Ran finished the immensely heavy book before him.

Qin Ran carefully carried the book down and placed the last book in the room onto the stand.

Before opening it, Qin Ran rubbed his throbbing temples.

Although these bulky books did not contain much actual content, their size was largely due to the primitive craftsmanship of the era. To preserve them better, special materials had been used, leaving every page one to